Frontier and pioneer life -- Québec (Province) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
Her husband had fewer opportunities of getting drink and,
on the whole, they lived happily. Possessing a superior education
herself and having moved before her marriage in respectable society,
she brought up her daughter very differently from what might have been
expected from their circumstances, and Jeanie, despite her home-spun
dress, had acquirements and manners that qualified her to move in any
station of life. As already stated, on the Monday morning Morison had
gone to assist in running logs out of the creek. On the evening of the
succeeding day his employer settled with him for the season’s work,
and, in addition to the small balance of wages that was coming to him,
gave him a few pieces of pork to take home and, fatal parting gift, a
bottle of rum. He left the raftsmen in high spirits, an able-bodied if
not very active man, taking the track that led to his humble dwelling.
What followed no human eye witnessed. He never reached his home, and
the searching-party that morning had discovered his body a few yards
from the creek, stretched upon the ground, with his face immersed in a
pool of water--a pool only an inch or so in depth, left by the melting
of the snow and gathered in a cavity formed by the roots of a tree. Had
he, when he stumbled and fell, moved his head ever so little, he would
have breathed and lived. The more than half empty bottle, found in his
stony grasp, showed he had been too overcome to stir a hairsbreadth,
and there, in a basin of water, so small that a squirrel could have
leaped it; so shallow that a robin, in pruning his wings, could have
stepped through without wetting a feather; this stalwart man, before
whose axe the loftiest pines had fallen and whose vigorous oar had
stemmed the rapids of the Chateaugay, had ignominiously met his death,
within hail of the faithful wife and loving daughter who were anxiously
waiting his return. Jeanie, in going home the preceding evening,
had unconsciously passed within a few paces of the body which once
contained her father’s spirit. On finding it, damp from the exposure
of a day and two nights, the searching party had made the body as
presentable as possible, and sent ahead one of their number to break,
as gently as might be, the news to the wife and daughter. With what
success he, who was chosen on account of his smooth tongue, acquitted
himself, the reader knows.
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